Braving The Mud To Defeat The Prescription drugs Traffickers

In January 1997, Kwame Mainu was at Kumasi University in Ghana encouraging to operate a small study course for little enterprises on accounting with personal computers. As he was anticipating a Kumasi-based mostly medicines cartel to revive their initiatives to recruit couriers from Kumasi teachers checking out the British isles, a British under-go over agent, Tam Gordon, had been attached to Kwame’s crew from Warwick University. It was believed that the cartel prepared to conceal cocaine in carved wood coat hangers and Kwame believed that he could uncover out wherever the coat hangers were being to be built.

Kwame drove Tam in the outdated Land Rover to the casual industrial spot recognized as Anloga, a place dominated by carpenters and woodworkers of all forms. Behind the workshops, charcoal burning kilns were in perpetual procedure, filling the air with gases that stung noses and brought about eyes to redden and flood. Kwame failed to find a path amongst piles of timber, stacks of picket goods and big potholes loaded with drinking water from very last evening’s great storm. ‘It’s not far from listed here, we can walk,’ Kwame explained, ‘but I am going to have to get out on your aspect if I’m to continue to keep my socks dry.’

Strolling was almost as complicated as driving because a significant pedestrian targeted traffic dominated the least muddy tracks involving the obstacles. Carrying head-masses of prolonged wood planks, chairs and tables and large sacks of wood shavings, the bare-footed locals in shorts created no concessions to site visitors who have been less suitably dressed. ‘I hope this will be worth it,’ known as Tam, as he slithered and cursed and viewed Kwame draw at any time further ahead.

Kwame was heading for SRS Engineering, the workshop the place the coat hanger forming machines had been made. He was about to transform off the street when he realised that Tam, trailing at the rear of, could not see the place he experienced long gone. He waited for Tam to puff and perspire his way to the place he was standing. ‘It’s ideal right here,’ Kwame reported, leading the quick length to the SRS workshop and knocking on the open up door of the manager’s office environment. As usually the welcome was cordial.

‘What can we do for you?’ Solomon Djokoto requested.
‘Can you explain to us about the device for building hollow wooden coat hangers,’ Tam replied.
‘The wood is formed in two similar halves, but they essential just one machine to variety the outside the house and another machine to type the within.’
‘Is there any chance of viewing the devices?’
‘I question if they would exhibit you. They regard them as industrial tricks.’
‘Are they right here in Anloga?’
‘No, but not considerably absent, – around the Hanabis sawmill and the Shell filling station.’
‘I know the position,’ said Kwame.

As they ended up about to leave, a imagined struck Kwame. ‘Do you still have the unique pattern? He asked Solomon. ‘No, they insisted on taking it absent when the machines ended up collected, but I nonetheless have my sketches.’
‘That’s high-quality,’ reported Tam, ‘Do you mind if I consider a photograph?’
‘Go forward,’ said Solomon.